- Dave

Lake Powell and Me

The full moon over the canyon near our campground

The Colorado River at an old ferry crossing (Lee’s Ferry) near the Vermillion Cliffs National Monument

Colorado River’s Horseshoe Bend at sunset

- Meredith

The Upper canyon is quite a tourist attraction, so unfortunately is quite busy – too busy to get good pictures at times, unless your camera is pointed straight up.  In fact, because of the crowds, there is a time limit imposed on each tour – 1 hour for the standard tour, and 2 hours for a photography tour.  Despite the teeming hordes, it was beautiful.  But Dave and I both preferred the Lower canyon.  Not only was it less crowded, but it was longer, more narrow, and there were different levels that we accessed via stairs or ladders, so it was more fun.  There was also no time limit, so we spent 4 hours in the Lower canyon, versus 2 hours in the Upper canyon.

Here are a couple photos that give you a sense of being in the canyons:

Here we are inside Lower Antelope Canyon

One of the ladders inside Lower Antelope Canyon

And here are several photos Dave took of some of light playing on the features in the canyons:

A window in Lower Antelope Canyon

Many walls in Lower Antelope Canyon

Fun lighting in Lower Antelope Canyon

A small patch of blue sky peeks into Lower Antelope Canyon

Upper Antelope Canyon’s purple walls

- Meredith

As Meredith and I split and she headed toward the Wire Pass slot canyon, I struck out through the northern part of the Coyote Buttes (hence the name). A hike through a sandy hill and a large wash then up and through a notch in a sandstone ridge gave me my first views of the Buttes. These have a mix of white, red and sometimes yellow striations in them that in some cases look like taffy. In the case of The Wave, the surface has been worn almost smooth which really intensifies the effect. I then hiked south along the ridge line for a while, made the climb up a sandy dune slope which is the final approach and there I was in the entrance to The Wave. You can’t see it all until you’re right in it. I wonder what the first person to discover it thought when they happened upon it. It’s unlike anything I’ve seen in nature. For a photographer, it’s somewhat of a bonanza. It’s hard to know where to point your camera first.

I spent about 4 hours there after arriving then retraced my steps back to the trail head. The hike from end to end is about an hour and a half including time to take a bunch of pictures along the way. That makes about 7 straight hours in the direct sun. I had lots of water to last all day but I was pretty worn out at the end. I slept well that night! Here are a few pictures I took that day:

Above: In the entrance to the Wave, looking back over Coyote Buttes

Above: Looking down the “heart” of the Wave

Above: Inside the Wave

Above: Two other people in the Wave to give a sense of scale

Above: Near the top of the Wave where the lower part of a butte begins the Wave

Above: There are lots of abstract patterns on some of the walls in the Wave

Above: Looking up the “secret passage” of the Wave, a narrow path to the side of the main part

Above: Looking back down the “secret passage”

Above: on the hike back, a typical view of the Coyote Buttes

Above: much of the hike to the Wave was across slickrock like this.

Above: Another view of the Coyote Buttes

- Dave

It’s beautiful here – there is so much to do!  We were only going to stay for three nights, but we extended to four nights because this place is like a playground.

- Meredith

- Dave and Meredith

PS – we couldn’t find a new four-season tent on our way to the Grand Canyon.  We even went out of the way to Flagstaff and every outdoor gear store in town.  No luck.

Sunset at Desert View

Sunrise at Mather Point

Dave and Meredith at Mather Point (It’s COLD at Sunrise!)

That wraps it up for the Grand Canyon.  I’m feeling much better and we are off to Lake Powell.  Our itinerary page has been updated as well – we have a plan now. 

- Meredith

I showed up at the corral at 8am. A few minutes later, the mule wranglers brought the mules into the corral. The group heading to Plateau Point and the group going to Phantom Ranch all met up at the same time so there were about 50 mules for us:

While the wranglers did some final prep, we were given the usual pre-trip briefing by one of the head guys who takes care of the mules:

Here’s a close-up from that picture (nice and blurry). Notice the awesome mustache with handlebars:

Whenever I’ve spoken to people who have done a mule ride at the Grand Canyon, they always mention how narrow the trail is and how the mules walk right on the edge. They consistently make it sound like it’s really risky and how they thought they would go over the edge at any moment. I was ready for a real adrenaline rush but I was disappointed actually. The trail is not narrow, I didn’t feel like we were hugging the wall at all, and while the mules do walk on the outer edge of the trail, it turns out that they’re trained to do so (I can’t remember why – it may have been something to do with how they interact with hikers that they pass). These things are also really strong. They’re bigger than most horses and the ride was very smooth. I’ve picked one of my pictures that shows the trail at its narrowest. Not so bad:

About a mile down the trail, we passed desert bighorn sheep about 5 feet off the trail. Apparently they’re used to humans now so they just sat and watched us ride by. This one lay on the rock above the trail and peered over:

About noon, we reached Plateau Point and took 20 minutes for lunch. It was a nice overlook down on the Colorado River. Here’s yours truly after we saddled up to ride back to the top:

My mule’s name was Junky. I asked our guide Kevin why he was named that but he didn’t know because it was named before he started guiding. Junky was a little stubborn in that he didn’t want to go as fast as the lead mule but otherwise he was great. I guess Junky was just a joke name.  Anyway, supposedly a mule is a cross between a male donkey and a female horse but I think a rabbit is involved in there somewhere. This should be apparent when you look at Junky’s ears:

Here’s a shot of Kevin tending to one of the mules after we got to the top and in the corral:

Kevin then handed all of us our certificates. Apparently, I am “now a member of the Order of the Master Mule Skinners of the Grand Canyon Trails with rights and privileges to boast of this accomplished feat forevermore.” Get ready folks. You’re about to get an earful of boasting for a looooooong time:

In the end, I’m glad I did the mule ride but I don’t think I’d do it again. I think for most people, half of the thrill is the ride on a big animal but I’m pretty comfortable riding a horse/mule/whatever. The other half is the scenery which was definitely great but the trail is not a loop: the return trip is going up the same trail you came down. By the time I was halfway back, I was bored and just wanted it to be over.

When I got back to the motel room, Meredith was a bit stir-crazy and ready for company. I ran out and got a pizza to bring back to the room. We sat on the bed eating it and watching the Pats game but I passed out somewhere in the middle of the third quarter. Apparently mule riding is more tiring than you might think.

- Dave

Turns out we’ll be staying at the Best Western for our whole stay in the Grand Canyon instead of camping for the next two nights.  It’s about 20 degrees at night, and I just want to stay in bed.

Bummer.

- Meredith

Ahhh!

Here is the view from the window at the Best Western near the Grand Canyon’s South Rim:

What is that thing in the distance?  It’s a giant chicken standing in front of an American flag:

Don’t ask me, I’m just showing you pictures of what we see out our window.

- Meredith